Lately it seemed to have grown larger and more sensitive since she herself had reached the age of eighteen. Her thumb moved against it as the precious... jewel peeked from its hood. The maid's toes curled at the wonderful sensations. Lying back, she thought about how kind and gentle Miss Amanda was. She thought about that wonderful mane of golden curls. She even thought about the pert and lovely bosom, nearly as large as her own. Most of all, she thought about what had been hidden by the bed. ? Until then, we?ll just have to make the bestof it.? Jim had salvaged a parachute from the plane and we used thatto erect a shelter just inside the jungle.?Wet, afraid and hungry, I spent my first night. As the days passed, I began to give up all hope that wewould be found.? There was no sign of anypassing ships or planes overhead.? I mustconfess that I was not uncomfortable living on the island.? Jim was a good provider of food and water andthe shelter he had constructed protected us from the. But now, I sort of prefer it. I drink Barry’s on weekend mornings, so he doesn’t have to leave the bed before I blow him. Sometimes at night too, especially if he’s been drinking beer. I love that weak-ass recycled stuff! We once went to swinger’s party where two dozen guys and gals downed a keg of beer and they pissed all night all over me in a bathtub! A golden memory! Ha ha! Piss is sterile with no germs in it ... especially here. To me, it’s just a way to say ‘I love you’, all of you, that. I, myself, have only had three children in my four thousand years of life. The only way we can produce more of our kind is to change on a regular basis is to....” She paused. “Change certain people. It's a difficult process. More difficult than producing our own children, in fact, although it can be much more satisfying and faster.”“Four thousand years?!” I closed my eyes, praying for this all to be some kind of nightmare.She laughed again, a deep, booming sound now.“Lawrence,” she said. “Look.